Heyahh, sorry if this isn't like my other chapter, but it's been kinda rushed as I haven't had any time recently to do it. But luckily for you, I've started the next chapter so it shouldn't be too long till I update again. and a huge THANKYOUU to all my reviewers and followers, I will try my best to keep up to your standards because I love you all :) Also, I've been writing my own little original story, and was wondering if anyone would like me to put a bit of it up, so you guys can tell me what you think? But enought of teh Authors note, lets get on with this story ;)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE ACADEMY, JUST THE PLOT!
~ Callthedoctoritsrainingfanta
A.K.A; Megan
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p.s;; sorry if the chapter is a tiny bit short!

RPOV
I stepped in from the back garden. I couldn't believe that I'd gone outside to cry, where people could see me, where Dimitri had found me. I walk in through the door, crossing my fingers that I wouldn't run into either one of my parents. I couldn't deal with them again, especially not after they see my face and see I've been crying. They'll mock me, yes my own parents would mock me because I cried. Quickly stepping in through the house and up the stairs towards my room, where I find that my dad had put a lock on the inside for me. Although my mother and I don't get along, my dad and I on the other hand actually do. But for some unbeknown reason, he keeps our relationship secret. He doesn't want my mother to know. So in front of her, he treats me like shit – just how she does – and when it's just us two, we get along like a house on fire. I look into my full length mirror which is hanging on my wardrobe door, and I see a bruise forming on the side of my arm. Sighing, I walk over to my bed and flop down backwards on it, so that my legs are dangling off the end. I sit and think over the 'conversation' that my mother and I had just had…

"Rosemarie Hathaway-Mazur! And just where do you think you've been?" She all but yelled at me.
"Out." Was all I replied.
"Well, it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if you've just been out to scout for the neighbourhood boys that you so like to fuck." She said.
"Is that your way of calling me a whore?" I'd always been friends with the local boys back home, before we moved and my friends ditched me. But only once in my life had I ever gone home with them, and that was only because we were at the beach and had a party and Lissa's big brother had brought booze for us all. I didn't object to the free alcohol, but I'd had too much to drink and I ended up going round Mason's for the night because it would of taken me too long to get home. And we didn't even do anything, especially the kind of thing she thought I was doing. Heck, I'm still a virgin, much to my dad's surprise when I came home that time and he had interrogated me when I eventually came home the next morning.
After I said that, my mother tried to stare me down, but it didn't really work as she was like a foot smaller than me, but it also helps that I have a killer glare. I stood there glaring at each other as my dad stood and watched from the couch in the living area. My mum finally gave up but as I was beginning to walk away, feeling smug, she grabbed my arm and punched it – hard. After that I thought that that would be that but obviously not. And apparently I should never turn my back on her. Ever. Because as soon as my back was turned I heard a faint whooshing noise and then felt a pain down my back as she hit my with the A4 paper pad across my back. And fuck did that hurt! That's when I realised that I couldn't go upstairs as she was blocking the way, so I went outside.

Thinking about this made tears fall back down my cheeks once again. Never had she hit me before, never. But I guess a new house means new habits. Brilliant. After a while I soon found myself falling into a slight slumber as I curled up into a ball on my bed.

DPOV
I knew I couldn't tell my mother about what is aw on Roza's arm, because I knew she would have it out with the new neighbours. And anyway, that could have been made because she'd accidentally walked into something. But with the way I heard them talking earlier, I would seriously doubt it. I head up the stairs into my room and sit down, picking up my western novel again. But after a while I can't concentrate anymore because my mind kept wondering to the girl next door, wondering if she was OK. I soon mentally scolded myself for worrying about the new girl. It wasn't like I knew her that well anyway. So eventually my mind quieted as I lay my book down on the table and rest my head against my pillow, willing sleep to come. And for the first night in a while, I dreamt. And for some reason, I dreamt I was with Rose.

In my dream I sat there staring out my front door with Pepper besides me, and again I heard shouting next door, then a scream come. I reacted at the shouting, and Pepper ran towards the neighbours house, where the door was wide open. Rose was laying on the ground with her mother leaning over her beating the crap out of her. Rose, already beaten and bloody, was laying on the floor curled up into a ball with her hands covering her face and her head. She was crying from the force of the blows, and I just stood there, watching it happen. At that moment I couldn't move. I couldn't remember what I was doing. But all I saw were flashes of Rose and I together when I first met her outside the house. Where, I realised, she looked so, so beautiful. Where she looked like she had so many worries that she shouldn't need anymore. Suddenly a knife appeared in Rose's mothers' hands and she went to stab at her daughter. Quickly I stepped in. But I wasn't quick enough. The knife had already been plunged into Rose's body. I began shoving and pushing at her mum, trying to make her react, but it was as if I wasn't there. Then I realised that I was fading, along with Rose's body.

I woke up with a start and I realised that I was sweating. I don't know why but the thought of Rose disappearing scared me. I didn't want her to leave. And just as I had in my dream, I remembered the first time I met rose earlier on today. And I realised that the girl next door wasn't like most people. She was absolutely stunningly beautiful and she has too many worries in her head. And the way her parents treated her when she walked in, shouting at her, then her crying afterwards in the backyard, I realised that I didn't want her to worry. And for some reason, I wanted to be there for her. I wanted to help her. Yet I've only known her less than a day. But what can I do? Suddenly a creek outside my door takes me out of my thoughts and I stad up in just my pyjama bottoms and head over to the noise. After opening my door I see Vika walking down the stairs, fully dressed in a tight, and lets say, revealing dress, and a pair of high heels in one hand – the hand not holding onto the banister for support.
"Going somewhere?" I say to my younger sister. She had just reached the bottom of the stair and had begun to make her way towards the door when I spoke to her. She freezed and her head snapped around towards me. Busted, I thought to myself.
"Umm, well, you know my boyfriend? Rolan? Well he wanted to meet up before he left to go to England tomorrow. And I know mama won't let me, so I thought I'd sneak out." Vika never lies to me. She and I may bicker a lot. And we may annoy each other, but we are closer than any other people in my family. We don't lie to each other and we try not to hurt each other too much. But the look on my face told it all that she was in deep shit.
"I would say if you're going to go, just do it. But, as your older brother, I say get something less revealing to put on if you're going out. I'm pretty certain I know what you're going to do, so just tell your boyfriend that if her hurts you in anyway, I will beat the shit out of him, got it?" I said. I may be her older brother but, if she wants to go, she can. I won't stop her.
"Don't tell mama, will you?" I thought about it for a minute or so before saying,
"No I won't, just be back before morning, and at least put a coat on if you're not going to change." Her face broke into a huge smile as she ran to the top of the stairs where I was standing – not caring about the noise now – and engulfed my 6'7 frame into her tiny arms. All the way out the door, after picking up a coat and putting it on, she kept saying 'thank you, thank you, thank you' until I couldn't hear her no more. But as soon as she left, I went back to bed, too tired to do anything else.